Darling, you wouldn't believe the drama unfolding in the world of ballet right now. It's positively scandalous! It all began with a little flutter in the wings - or should I say, a **flutter in the tutu?**
Well, the esteemed Royal Ballet Company is currently in a state of utter disarray, and it's all because of the colour of a tutu. The dancers, oh the audacity of these prima donnas! They've been squabbling over which colour, pink or white, is "the" colour of ballet.
As a veteran of the dance scene, darling, let me tell you: white tutus are **simply passé**. A little predictable, don't you think? While pink, it exudes such delicate femininity, a blush of a delicate bloom. They radiate such an enchanting femininity and are perfect for any young dancer wanting to tap into the most enchanting and graceful part of themselves.
Now, the ballet world has been divided into two camps. On one side, you have the traditionalists, staunch supporters of the pure, pristine white. These dancers believe that the white tutu signifies elegance, purity, and, dare I say, a touch of naivety. **Just think of Swan Lake** - pure and untarnished until her fateful encounter with the evil Baron. A bit tragic but incredibly beautiful!
On the other hand, you have the daring new generation, a veritable posse of rebellious fairies. Their argument, you see, is that the white tutu has become too predictable, almost like a faded cliche. They believe that pink, a shade far more daring and unexpected, allows for greater creativity and self-expression. **And don't we love a touch of daring, don't we?** After all, a touch of red or pink can elevate any look from ho-hum to 'Holy, darling! This is amazing.'
Naturally, their leader in this glorious and rather glamorous rebellion is our very own *La Petite Étoile* (the little star, darlings!), darling darling Beatrice Bradshaw. You might recognise the name. It's the darling daughter of the illustrious, terribly rich, and, **must we mention terribly gorgeous**, Sir Michael Bradshaw, a big wig in the art scene - well darling, I know everything, wouldn't you love to be me?
Now, I confess I must admire her audacity. At only 19 years old, she is leading a rebellion that would make the most hardened of revolutionaries envious! She, herself, insists that her choice to perform "La Sylphide" in a gloriously pink, **dare I say audacious**, blush-pink tulle, signifies not just a move away from tradition but a move towards a bold future. Oh how delightful is our future, it's sure to be pink, not white!
The backstage drama reached its climax this past week, in a breathtaking finale, worthy of the most coveted ballerina. Just as Beatrice was preparing for a momentous performance, there were whispers and tittering, all under the gaze of the highly revered choreographer, darling Madame Delacroix (she's a tad more terrifying than I am, I tell you! Imagine! A nightmare.). She approached Beatrice, with eyes narrowed in a gaze fit to wither even the bravest, a most disapproving expression on her otherwise quite stunning, severe face, and announced, "Beatrice, the tradition must be upheld. It is a rule of ballet - a ballerina shall perform only in white!" *Can you imagine such gall?*
Beatrice was, predictably, distraught! Oh how her beautiful face betrayed her inner turmoil, a tragedy that would even leave Ophelia reeling.
"This is preposterous, Madame! The colour of my tutu is entirely a matter of artistic choice, a statement of my personal identity! Surely the heart and artistry are more important!" The dramatic darling stormed off, arms akimbo, clearly very distressed indeed. You could almost hear the chorus of *O Sole Mio* echo around the stage.
After what felt like a dramatic pause, the tension palpable as it hangs over a fashion show, a surprise came to the fore! Madame Delacroix, darling as ever in her designer dresses (how they remain pristine even amidst such turmoil! An absolute masterpiece, of fashion as much as of ballet, darling. ), looked thoughtful. **Quite**.
With the confidence and calm of a master ballet mistress, she replied with a measured calm, "My darling Beatrice. Tradition is about celebrating our heritage and inspiring future generations. And perhaps, maybe, the colour is simply an outward symbol of this." She then went on to say something incredibly progressive and, of course, utterly daring! "And if pink is the new way to celebrate tradition - *well then* - be my guest! Dance to the rhythm of your own tutu."
Oh my word!
The drama continues to unfold, darling. And while it is a joy to watch Beatrice in the vibrant blush of her beautiful pink tutu, a delightful testament to her artistic courage, a dash of rebellious glamour, if you will. I confess to having a fondness for white tutus - after all, how can one truly escape a traditional favourite? Yet, if one must rebel, dear reader, a blush-pink tutu certainly is the most delicious shade of daring.
As always, keep your eye out for these beautiful ballet ballerinas and their stories in the next issue! After all, life is too short to wear boring tutus - and what could be more fabulous than a dash of pink to take the lead on a revolutionary tour de force!